The lucky person passes for a genius.
No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.
High honors are sweet To a man's heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.
When a good man is hurt, all who would be called good must suffer with him.
Song brings of itself a cheerfulness that wakes the heart of joy.
Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm; great good fortune comes to failure in the end. All is change; all yields its place and goes; to persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man. The coward despairs.